Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love The Final Ride

Skylar's P.O.V.

It's been three days since the incident by the waterfall. We explained everything to Elliot, and he the end, you could tell he wanted to cry.

He hugged me for a while, until Grayson yanked him off of me and said 'it lasted way too long to be friendly'.

Grayson's been really sweet about everything with Tony and Jess, and has even been letting me stay home from school.

Unfortunately, it's now Friday, and he thinks it's time we go back. After all, there's only a month left of school, three weeks until my birthday, and two weeks until prom.

I'm actually quite eager to be eighteen. It's just something about the idea of being a legal adult that excites me.

And something about graduating highschool excites me more! I wish I could say I was psyched for prom as well, but I'm pretty sure I'm not going.

One, Grayson hasn't asked me. And two, I don't belong at school dances. Even though I'm not really a 'nerd' anymore, it's still not my scene.

Prom always ends with popular girls fighting over a crown while their dates record it. Then I see it on social media an hour later.

Call me crazy, but for some reason, that doesn't exactly scream 'fun'. Spencer went last year, but left after half an hour to join me for a movie night.

According to her, it was 'long, boring, and totally overrated'. But this year, there's no way she'll miss out.

Carter still hasn't asked her, which I feel really bad about. He says it's not my fault, and that he just decided to wait a while, but I'm smarter than that.

He plans on asking her today, which is why I haven't complained about going back to school. I promised that I would help him this time, and there's nothing that could stop me from doing just that.

"Ready to go, Princess?" Grayson calls from outside the bathroom.

"Yeah, just one sec!"

I take one good look in the mirror, and for once, I'm content with what meets my eyes.

I'm in a dark purple, spaghetti strap dress that goes down to my upper thigh. I accessorize it with a gold bracelet and black flower earrings. Along with a pair of black and brown sandals.

I notice a floppy black hat and some dark sunglasses on the counter, and can't help but put them on. I flash some super model poses in the mirror, laughing at myself each time.

Eventually, I step out of the room, grabbing my little, black purse on the way. I swing it over my shoulder and strut sassily toward Grayson, who's lounging on my bed.

He glanced to me as he hears me approach, then raises an eyebrow with a small grin.

"Well, that's new."

I giggle slightly and pull of the hat and glasses.

"Yeah... 'Super model' isn't really my style."

"I didn't say you looked bad. Just different. You could totally be a super model, but this is more along the lines of... Sassy diva. Which is further from the real you."

I giggle at his words.

"I can be sassy." I argue.

"Oh trust me, I know. But your sass is cute. A diva's sass is more annoying, demanding, and bratty."

So, like Britney...

"Either way, you look great. Ready to go?" He asks.

I nod and peck his lips before walking toward the door. He quickly catches up to me and intertwines our fingers together.